“Oh?” Romulus grins at that. “And when have I become unreliable?”

Hums giddily. “Many try.”

Now that he's laughing. . . ew.

/. i swear romulus can be nicer, you just have to not be remus or roman sldfgjkdf

“It’s not like I sugarcoat my words. I don’t baby you lot.” He hums, leaning back in his seat, unbothered with his nail polish. “My words are of face value.”

The King would rather share his laughs with someone else.

And the Duke needs to stop begging for other people's approval.

𝑶𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, he doesn't.

Hums and stretches his hand out to inspect his handiwork. “I’ve been saying. You should’ve thought of that before calling me unreliable.”

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞.

Oh good, he’s being annoying. All the more excuse for Romulus to be nasty. “Honestly, it’s your breath that’s killing me. We should fix that.” In a blink of an eye, he has a giant bottle of mouth wash, uncapped and with its blue contents ready to wash away all that filth.

“Hmn, try telling that to Gloom and Doom.” Romulus quips before smiling back at the moral trait. “Good, back to business now. What about you, Pat?”

Look at her with the pretty dress! Beckons her closer so he can appreciate properly.

“Do I always live in your head rent free?”

“It seems like it.”

Shit-eating grin. “No, but I like that you're thinking about me.”